User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-3474228-20111121230857

Number Fourteen turns around, looking at each and every one of his crew. His eyes bore deep into Number Eleven, examining the creature.

"Go, soldiers. Go take what is rightfully ours." A small, old frail creature steps out in front of Number Fourteen, seemingly the only beast in the party who can talk, the only one who is not a mutilated creature. "In the name of Dark Anvil!"

He hands Number Fourteen a rolled up flag, which is black in color. "Mossflower shall be ours soon. Go now, you'll know where to find me."